Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

Snapes Worst Memory

           Ahandhadclosedtightoverhisupperarm,closedwithapincer-likegrip.Wincing,Harrylookedroundtoseewhohadholdofhim,andsaw,withathrillofhorror,afullygrown,adult-sizedSnapestandingrightbesidehim,whitewithrage.

           ’Havingfun?’

           Harryfelthimselfrisingintotheair;thesummer’sdayevaporatedaroundhim;hewasfloatingupwardsthroughicyblackness,Snape’shandstilltightuponhisupperarm.Then,withaswoopingfeelingasthoughhehadturnedhead-over-heelsinmidair,hisfeethitthestonefloorofSnape’sdungeonandhewasstandingagainbesidethePensieveonSnape’sdeskintheshadowy,present-dayPotionmaster’sstudy.

           ’So,’saidSnape,grippingHarry’sarmsotightlyHarry’shandwasstartingtofeelnumb.’So...beenenjoyingyourself,Potter?’

           ’N-no,’saidHarry,tryingtofreehisarm.

           Itwasscary:Snape’slipswereshaking,hisfacewaswhite,histeethwerebared.

           ’Amusingman,yourfather,wasn’the?’saidSnape,shakingHarrysohardhisglassesslippeddownhisnose.

           ’Ididn’t

           SnapethrewHarryfromhimwithallhismight.Harryfellhardontothedungeonfloor.

           ’Youwillnotrepeatwhatyousawtoanybody!’Snapebellowed.

           ’No,’saidHarry,gettingtohisfeetasfarfromSnapeashecould.’No,ofcourseIw

           ’Getout,getout,Idon’twanttoseeyouinthisofficeeveragain!’

           AndasHarryhurtledtowardsthedoor,ajarofdeadcockroachesexplodedoverhishead

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